The hair growth thingy though, is something I obviously know a lot about, as I’ve experienced a lot of hair growth in my lifetime. In fact, it is growing as I write this column. There is nothing I like better than standing in a windy location and feeling my long neck hair blowing in the wind.
As I nudge closer to middle age, I’ve noticed a peculiar growth – or lack of, well, abnormal pattern of hair growth – or lack of, in certain areas of my well-toned physique. I want to make it clear; I am basically talking about my head and back, as I do not want the Managing Editor to bowdlerize my attempt to expound on this important phenomenon.
I recently coined this timeless phrase: "Male aging: When your scalp hair migrates to your back." It will be around for decade’s maybe more. Why is this so? I’m sure there is a scientific fact out there somewhere. I would look it up and quote it here, but then there’s Google, so everyone can be an expert.
This hair growth thing is getting ridiculous. I skipped shaving one day and my bride asked me if I was growing a beard the next morning. “What? Heck no. I didn’t shave yesterday.” I walked into the bathroom and took a gander at my handsome mug. My facial hair grows down to the neck of my t-shirt and up my cheeks to just under my eyeballs now. I figure at the rate it’s growing, I’ll resemble a shih-tzu by this time next year.
That won’t happen of course, as no one wants to see a bald shih-tzu. Can you imagine? I can’t, so I just shave. My eyebrows need an almost daily trim also. If I skip a couple of days, they obstruct my view. The upside of bushy eyebrows is I could let them grow for a week and do a comb-over the top to hide my balding pate. My daughter Melody, who is a stylist at the Rat’s Nest Salon, tells me I could get a “straightener” product to make it look like a Rasta weave. I may do that as a New Year project.
Don’t point a finger at my nose hairs either. I’ll do that. I have a device I call a “nose hole grinder” and it has a 2-stroke motor to keep it from bogging down when I go deep. It was developed by the Hughes drilling company, weighs 4 pounds, and requires both hands to operate.
Hey! Who knew old Santa was actually bald as a cue ball under that cap? Yup. Its ear hair and lots of it. Boy, I never saw that coming. Ear hair. About all its good for is feeling a mosquito light on the ears. How fast does it grow you ask? My ear hair grows so fast, I’ve considered letting it have its way and after about six months, having my daughter cut it to make a wig for those who need one.
When I swim, I of course wear a very stylish set of Argentine swim trunks, but the gasps of those around me over my copious back hair takes away from the forbidden thrill of being partially clothed in mixed company. It does however; make sleeping on my back much more padded and comfy, so it’s a toss up. I will not have my back hair “waxed”. I simply would prefer to have it bush-hogged off, then to endure that kind of pain.
All of this brings up a serious question. Why not just accept the fact that a man entering his golden years is not going to look like a twenty-five year old in the early stages of hair loss? What? Yup. Sorry guys. My male pattern baldness started when I was about 27. From there, its went to another extreme. Now days, when I hold my head out my Jeep window, what I hear is “My gaw, Frank, did you see that bald shih-tzu”?